A rondolet for the Daily Post prompt: clouds.
Tears cloud my eyes,
Your ship is leaving, crowds waving.
Tears cloud my eyes,
As the sails swell, the prow turns west,
Into the sunset, face afire,
I can’t see if you are waving,
Tears cloud my eyes.
Another lantern sequence.
Painting ©Jules Henri Lengrand
from dull sky
filling tracks with
wide sky beating
There might not be (m)any Neolithic remains round here, or wild places unmarred by urban development, but there are some things that we can’t destroy, like the reflection of clouds in still water.
The river looked so placid this morning I had to try and photograph that stillness.
The earth turns,
The stars wheel,
The universe expands into infinity,
While across the still face of the river,
Clouds float in a silvery sky,
And in the tree,
The blackbird sings,
Though the earth dies,
And all the stars fall.
We were supposed to get a tropical storm. Thankfully only the fringe touched Bordeaux, but the sky was tremendous.
The tide of the sky ebbs,
And the great ocean sky rolls
Into the dark of night,
Leaving the ribs of the day,
Pale ripples of cloud,
Stretched across the blue shores
Poem inspired by twitter friend and muse, Luigi La Ragione.
Painting by Caspar David Friedrich
You sold me dreams of smoke without fire,
The clouds you rode dissolved in rain,
The blue you painted across the sky,
Torn and rent let through the night.
You poured me an ocean of restless waves,
That rolled over shadows of jagged rocks.
The rainbow smiles were for the others,
The promises made were words in the wind.
You wrote your heart in ripples of water,
And walked away in the cold light of the stars.
flies ever peregrine-faster.
in bird-roosting quiet
bird-fragile and yearning.
captures your heart.
White-gull clouds fade
Feather soft memories.
Photograph Gustave Le Gray
I saw so much with these eyes,
The sky, the clouds,
The trees bending in the breeze,
But not the clouds that covered your face.
I am blind to all else
Now that the love is gone,
And the sky is dark.
Along the rail
In their cloud-coloured plumes
Against the blue,
Perfection in the soft sky tones.
On the radio,
And the world is still,
The heart vibrating with the heavenly notes.
Sometimes art comes close
To imitating nature’s beauty.
Lay me down in the meadow grass
Beneath a leafy tree
And whisper me lies about the life
You see for you and me.
Fill my mouth with promises
While I watch the clouds and dream
And let me pretend your sugared words
Are all you make them seem.